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Posted: 18-03-2004 04:05 Post subject: My Mothers "Evil" Face

When I was about 15 or 16 I had an experience that still makes my skin crawl with fear when I think about it.
My family lived in a 3 bedroom, Ranch Style home that looked exactly like the home before it and after it and so on. They were "Mill Houses", created especially for the Pulp mill workers and their families. We moved in to our house when I was 14 and of course our whole family was excited because it was the first real house that we would buy. I have no proof about the previous owners of the house, but the grapevine had it that the family had problems with violence towards one another and that it was the downfall of their relationship with eachother...that and issues with alcohol and drug abuse. The first couple of months that we lived there were decent. I don't remember any strange occurences happening at that time that pointed to paranormal activity. We were all still floating excitedly on the new house cloud. The first paranormal experience I had in the house happened like this:
My father often had to travel for business and this left my Mother, my younger sister and myself alone together. We actually enjoyed these times because it meant we could watch what ever WE wanted on T.V., eat whatever WE agreed on, etc. The atmosphere was alot like that of a fun sleepover. One of these nights I happened to be lying on my parents waterbed watching television and munching on popcorn. I Thought I heard a rustling in the room outside of my line of vision as only the glowing neon light of the television was on, casting the rest of the room into shadow. I stopped chewing my popcorn and strained to hear better, turning the sound down on the tv. I heard nothing and shrugged, continuing my popcorn eating. Suddenly I heard it again, except this time it wasn't a rustling at all but a clear, intelligible voice that spoke plainly in my ear "Excuse Me Kim". My body became instantly paralyzed with fear and horror, my mouth, crammed full with a wad of popcorn, became suddenly void of all moisture. "Excuse me, KIM." the voice spoke loudly in my ear again. In an instant my limbs surged to life and I flew from the bed like a screaming banshee, the bowl of popcorn dumping everywhere. I ran into the living room and spent the rest of the night with my mother on the couch, refusing to go anywhere near that part of the house.
One evening I was walking home from a friends place. It was growing dark outside and I was running just a few minutes late. I looked up at the house as I walked closer to it and noticed that the kitchen light was on. My mother was standing in the window glaring out at me angrily. No, the look was much more than that of anger...it was a look of hate. Pure, unadulterated hate radiated from my mothers face through the window at me. My heart skipped a beat in my chest and I took in a sharp breath. What had I done? What could I have done to make my mother look at me like that? I didn't understand. My chest was tight with fear but I forced my legs to continue walking towards the house. My mothers face loomed closer as I neared it, taking on more clarity. She looked Evil. Anyone who knows my mother at all knows that it's damn near impossible for her to be evil, let alone look evil. She is kind, sweet and loving, as far from evil as anyone could be...but there she stood, her eyes boring into mine. I ran up the driveway to the front door and threw it open. "Mom!" I cried out. "MOM! What's wrong?" I asked as I headed into the kitchen. nothing. no answer. "Mom?" I asked again. She wasn't there. No way! I began to search the house from back to front. "Mother!?" she was no where to be found. No one was home at all. That in itself was strange, because there was always at least someone at home if Mom wasn't. All of a sudden the reality hit me. No one was in the house. No one had ever been here. I had seen something in the kitchen window, and that something was not my mother. I became very frightened at the thought that I was now in the house alone with that something. I grabbed the telephone and began to dial every number that might lead me to my mother. Finally I found her and begged her to come home. "Oh, Come on Kimberly!" She joked "You're old enough to be alone for a couple of hours! I'll be home soon. You'll be fine." I wiped tears of frustration and embarassment out of my eyes while I sat on the front porch waiting for her to arrive. There was NO WAY I was waiting in that house alone with that Evil Mom thing. Time went on in the house and there were more frightening experiences. My Sister had some, my mother and my own children did much later on. The house is still in our family but it is now being rented out. To this day I believe that I saw an apparition in the window that evening. The apparition of thing that spoke to me in my ear. It spoke to my best friend one night too as she lay paralyzed with fear in her sleeping bag. She was unable to wake me. she said it was as if I were dead. It had spoken clearly, just as it had to me...speaking her name. "Tina, that's a nice name." it said. She lay in her bag sobbing quietly until light finally filtered in through my bedroom window and I began to stir. I don't know why "it" took on the face of my mother and I am interested in hearing from anyone else who may have had experiences like it.
~Kim~

Posted: 18-03-2004 04:54 Post subject:

Holy Bejeebees, Kim! (shudder) Eek Eek

Posted: 18-03-2004 05:37 Post subject: Re: My Mothers "Evil" Face

Posted: 18-03-2004 12:43 Post subject: Re: My Mothers "Evil" Face

Posted: 18-03-2004 14:25 Post subject:

I lived in a haunted place for 11 years, it was above and behind a shop with a garden at the back. My son came in screaming one day cause he'd seen a woman upstairs staring out of the back bedroom window at him with an evil look on her face (he wasn't very old, but old enough to explain why he was scared) Other people saw her too, she would actually stare at them, like she was interacting not a recording,and had a nasty feeling about her. She wore Victorian clothes,dark dress and paler apron/pinafore thing. Other stuff went on in that room (like the curtains blowing into the room when the window was closed) It wasn't a nice place.

Posted: 18-03-2004 14:26 Post subject:

woah, it's suddenly awfully chilly in here, where's my jumper...

Posted: 19-03-2004 08:05 Post subject: a TALON!!!??

God Bannik, a TALON? that is horrible. Although it was only a dream I'm sure it was one that has stuck with you over the years. How could it not?
~Kim~ (also, the vision of your mother howling in that horrific way...DANG!)

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and Marion, Your story gives me the willies too. I can envision the angry face staring out of the upper window. I understand what you mean about interacting . I do somewhat believe that in some circumstances there could be an image somehow recorded and played over and over...such as on an old battlefield where warring soldiers fight over and over again locked in mortal combat or lets say maybe a ghost train that continually travels down tracks that may no longer even exist. My thought is that maybe in life, because these incidents took place over and over again over long periods of time that they were somehow recorded. I believe that the appropriate atmospheric make-up needs to be in place as well, although I don't know exactly what that make-up is, that allows the recording to take place. I thoroughly believe that if a ghost seems to be interacting with its surroundings that it is interacting with its surroundings. There are far too many incidents of ghostly activity out there for it to all be crap! I am determined to believe! so believe I must!
~Kim~

Posted: 19-03-2004 14:40 Post subject:

I've mentioned it before on another thread but there IS the theory that the 'ghost' inhabits the very ground and space you are occupying when you see what you think is the Ghost. In fact you are seeing the image that the ghost saw because you are inhabiting that space at that particular time. The 'ghost' is possibly a spirit in the garden who once saw his very angry mother glaring at him from the window and YOU happen to walk into that space where the vision can be seen. It also explains the interaction. There may be no real interaction at all. It also explains why when there is interaction the interaction is the same- someone waving, or glaring, or smiling.

Now if that doesn't send chills up your spine then I haven't explained it clearly enough.

This theory doesn't explain how the ghost knew the girl's names Kim and Tina or how the vision seen at the Kitchen window took the form of the Mother. No child mistakes someone else for their mother. I could recognise the back of my mothers head from amongst a crowd half a mile off if given time and binoculars. Anyone could. Eek Eek

Posted: 19-03-2004 15:17 Post subject: woah!

Wow. That actually did send chills up my spine. I do rather like the theory, but like you said, it doesn't explain the names and the fact that the entity was my own mother...but who's to say that all hauntings and "ghost" like activity have to be the same. Like I suggested to Marion up there, maybe there are recordings of activity that happened a long time ago. Maybe your theory is exactly right insome instances, and maybe there are actual ghosts out there, the visible souls of the dead that are trying for some reason to reach out to the living and make us aware of their presence.

Posted: 19-03-2004 16:13 Post subject: Re: a TALON!!!??

Posted: 19-03-2004 16:41 Post subject:

Ever heard of a tulpa? It's a Tibetan word that affectively means "entity of the imagination".

They believe that the world around us isn't "real", but it is willed into existance by our minds, and because we believe it to be real, our minds make it real - Sorta reminds me of the Matrix heh.

So effectively we're all trapped in a construct of our own minds ... and even though it seems a pretty "far out" idea, it explains why people see the things they do, from angels to demons to UFO's - they are things that have been unknowingly brought into being by us and by those around us, all the good and bad vibes people give out when they're emotionally charged. Where as the logical thought is what keeps the world in balance, a world based on rules.

It is said we use 10-12% of our brains ... or is it we just don't undertsnad what the other 90% is really doing?

-Kornflake™

Posted: 19-03-2004 18:17 Post subject:

Isn't there a case of a woman who deliberately set out to create her own tulpa whilst in Tibet. He manifested as a kindly-looking chubby monk, but as days went on he got more and more malevolent. I'm a bit hazy with the facts, as it's some time since I read about it.

Posted: 19-03-2004 18:43 Post subject:

can others see the Tulpa or is it just a figment of the imagination?

Posted: 19-03-2004 19:26 Post subject:

MS Indigo, The case you're talking of is the French explorer Alexandra David-Néel, after much meditation she managed to create a monk like entity, a short chubby jolly looking one. After a while she was able to will him into existence whenever she wanted, he would almost flit into and out of sight in a ghost like way.

With a lot of practice she got the tulpa so she could almost not distinguish him from physical reality.

Alexandra eventually lost control of the tulpa, he began manifesting when she had not willed it, and he was beginning to change his appearance to a much slimmer, malevolent looking monk.

Around this time her companions began asking questions about "the stranger" who has been hanging around the camp, Alexandra realised her tulpa was beginning to take on a more physical form. Using different meditation techniques she was able to "reabsorb" the tulpa back into her concious, the tulpa proved very unwilling and this took several weeks.

Lyra, under normal circumstances a Tulpa would be imaginary, like an extension of it's creators unconscious, but the Tibetan belief is everything around us is imaginary, and the collective conscious of the worlds population keeps it "real", so if the world is imaginary, then anything can be imagined into being. Whether purposefully or not.

There are many cases I’ve read in the past that can be explained by this belief, here’s one example I’ve just pulled off the internet:

"In 1973, a group consisting of eight members of the Society of Psychical Research in Toronto decided to find out more about these mysterious [PK] effects....The group was an ordinary cross-section of the population: an accountant, an engineer, an industrial designer, a scientific research assistant, and four housewives. None of them claims to be a medium."
- A. R. G. Owen in Conjuring Up Philip
"(1) The Toronto group produced raps and table movements, of an apparently paranormal nature, in full light, in many places, with different tables.
(2) They did not designate anyone person as a special communicator, nor did they believe that any single member of the group was a medium or had more power than any of the other members. In fact, any combination of four of the original group was able to produce the phenomena.
(3) They do not believe that their communicator was a discarnate spirit. Their common focus of attention was an invented character, a product of their own imaginations."
(Philip, the invented character, has performed in full light in a documentary film and before TV cameras and a studio audience.)
"...The group had motivation and expectancy....they were able to create an atmosphere of harmony. This was more than just a 'good friends' feeling; the group members have come to regard themselves as a family, and they behave together very like a closely knit family.
"A significant psychological asset was the fact that they had created together a 'personality' who could become the focus of their attention, and even more important, that they could ascribe to their 'personality' the production of the phenomena, so that no one needed to be bothered about the question of who or what produced the phenomena.. Philip was held entirely responsible, and it was remarkable how quickly the members took to addressing the table as Philip."
"Positive and expectant thought were absolutely necessary to keep the phenomena 'alive'."
"There was a definite correlation between the affirmation of the group mind as to the desirability of a specific question being pout to Philip and the loudness of the raps, which seemed geared to the actual affirmative or negative nature of the response."
"If at any time an unlikely situation could be created, when all the tensions and stresses of all the members of the group were resolved, it is probable the phenomena would evaporate, at least temporarily. The tensions and stresses probably responsible for a good deal of the raps and movements were not consciously apparent to the members of the group. They only manifested themselves as a shared experience."
"...During the summer months of 1974 when the Philip group had a rest, individual members of the group reported inexplicable and unusual poltergeist-type happenings in their own homes."
- Iris M. Owen with Margaet Sparrow, Conjuring Up Philip

In the above extract, a group of people created a character to focus their concentration on, effectively meditating a tulpa who was able to interact with the physical world. After the end of the experiments no care was taken to “reabsorb” the tulpa, and Phillip continued to exist in the unconscious of those who created him for a while.

-Kornflake™

Posted: 19-03-2004 21:27 Post subject:

That is chilling. Eek Eek